I’m losing weight, and happy about it, and my husband is happy that I feel good about myself. But now he’s telling me he has nightmares and worries all the time that if I get too skinny and hot, I’ll leave him for someone “better.” What would you do?

I’d get super skinny and then leave him for someone better. Or I’d stay chubby and still leave him for someone better. Or maybe I’d just reassure him that I love him, no matter what, and then I’d bench-press him for three sets of ten reps and eat a salad for lunch.

It seems nice on the surface, but underneath it gives me a creepy, generally icky feeling–like he thinks that when you’re fat, you’re not that great. Or that the only reason you’d ever be with someone like him is because no one else wants your big fat self.